The cool air of night had begun to fill the air, lifting some of the akhal-teke’s previous irritation. Though the Lagoon was fairly cool, it wasn’t like his homeland. Summer there was mild, whereas here he found the heat to be more than annoying. Earlier in the day he’d worked up a sweat as he patrolled, venturing across the crossing isle to get to know this foreign place. Princes did not sweat. Karash Han snorted as he began to move towards ‘home’ and tossed his cranium back. He wound his way through the underbrush and trees like a cat. Or perhaps a lion was a better image, vicious though bored as he silently found his way from one territory to the other, leaving in his wake the falls and meadow.
Until her scent filled his nostrils, stopping him in his tracks. Breathing in deeply, the buckskin sabino debated for less than a second - it was time they got a female in the marshland and since none of the other men seemed to be on their game, Karash Han would do the work.
Pivoting to change direction, he quickened his pace. Although this was a new land to him, he knew the rules. The reports that had been brought to his father year after year remained in his mind. Before coming to the isles, he had studied. Come out, come out, he chanted to himself giddily. If there was someone to entertain him in the Lagoon he might find himself more fond of this place. Of course, whoever she was, she was not likely to be as enticing as the mare he had had a brief encounter with. A devastatingly beautiful akhal-teke who lived among other women in their equivalent of his home. The Peak. He recalled her with pleasure but quickly pushed it aside. It was time to focus.
When he was closer, his ice blue eyes locked onto his target, a blue roan. Alas, she was not equal to the other but she would do just fine. Harks flickered against his skull, his golden coat awash with the shadows of night and his legs blending into the darkness so he looked like he might be floating from afar.
With his crown held high he galloped down the hill and after the femme, only slowing when he was close enough to nip at her hindquarters. Nothing violent, just hard enough to let her know she was his and herd her toward his palace. It seemed the day had not been a waste after all.”You belong to Karash Han now.”
karash han
akhal-teke | 4 winters | buckskin sabino | male